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Celeste saw no point avoiding the matter any longer. "During the whole ordeal with Joule, Icetales and I kept each other going. That night he moved into my room. We promised each other we'd each stay alive so the other wouldn't be alone, so we could keep each other going..." "The next day it...

Celeste stared at the ground. "I'm not sure. Things feel different now." How much simpler this would be if I could go back to before all this happened.

Celeste nodded. "I get all my other social time outside bars... Nip, Icetales and I have plenty enough in common. The two of them being gone wasn't good for me. I feel more distant now."

Celeste wondered for a moment what prompted that comment... Oh, yeah. Impressions weren't normally his thing. "No, not really used to it. Not much, anyways. They serve a lot more here than I'm used to. Never had any in this body, either, so it probably doesn't have any tolerance... Feels pretty...

Celeste scoffed."Gave the living of us a good scare with it, too. One day we're both glad the other's alive and we promise not to go die on each other, the next he goes and fucking offs himself, gets turned into a statue, told Petram some vague, freaky message. I think it was..." He lowered his...

Celeste looked away. "I'm fine. Not planning to spend time around his shadow anyways..."

"Are your shadows different from Wishkeeper and Dave's shadow? The only shadow like that I've seen lately is Icetales'... Well, that plus Wishkeeper and Dave's. I haven't really spoken with any of the shadows. What's it like, being split? Is it like talking to yourself?"

"Glad to hear you're doing well being sent to the Voidlands and then having your Shadow split off you. Seems like most of the people who got sent there are... surprisingly fine with it."

Celeste let out a humourless sound not unlike a dry laugh. "Didn't happen to me. I mean, it screwed must of us up for a while, don't get me wrong, but it really should be me asking you that and not the other way around... Starr's probably right about that, too. We've proven we can gel along...

"Ah. So it's just a matter of what you call it. I see. We don't use the word feral for anyone sapient, so it's used for was you would the word wild instead."

"Ah, sorry about that, didn't mean to sound like I was demeaning you." One thing bugged Celeste about that, though: He'd had been almost certain Brisa's world had ferals. He tried to recall what had given him that impression, and eventually remembered. "Then... Hold on, you hunt, correct? We...

"Well, there's nothing wrong with it, but I certainly appreciate higher thought and proper use of language. Temporary loss of that can also lead to... complications. What's 'feral' mean to you?"

"Well..." Celeste paused to take a sip of his drink before answering, which doubled as a moment to think. "Not really. It hasn't gotten any better, and I still prefer being in my right mind. Still makes me feel feral, don't want to mess up while I'm like that." Again.

"It was shortly after you, err, died. I saw an attack forecasted to hit... Icetales, but I managed to bend it away from him. Towards myself, but I got away before it hit." It occurred to Celeste that this subject of conversation was veering quickly to territory he wasn't sure if he wanted to...

"Well, you've been giving yourself some rest, at least. I've been been keeping well enough?" He tried to think about what kind of things he could talk about with Brisa. Their last conversation was over training. Was that normal bar talk? It was the best thing he could think of. "I... uhh...

Bar culture, and thus the wide variety of drinks it offered, had never managed to take hold back home. Wine was familiar to him, though. He tried to think of what he'd drank before. "I would like some wine. A Mago, perhaps?"

When Celeste arrived at the bar, the first thing he noticed was how different it felt from the sort of places he would normally spend time. The mood in these establishments seemed to shift in the evenings. He made his way over to Brisa. "Hello Brisa, nice to see you alive and well."

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Soul, with little weight to hold her down, found herself pressed against Truffles barrier. She cursed. Despite having never personally met Darkwhite, Soul was well aware of her. The time Darkwhite had almost killed Celeste still lurked in his head. Soul was of the opinion that Darkwhite was...

Soul stared up at the stars. She'd been pretty sure they were underground... so where did these come from? Was there a second sky beneath the world here?